Scarlett spent three days in the hospital.

Calvin and Eugene stopped by frequently, though their visits never lasted more than a few minutes before they'd head out again.

They never said it, but Scarlett could tell they were busy looking after Sharon. Every time they came, Sharon would send her snide texts.

"Calvin made fish chowder for me. I told him I couldn't eat it all, so I had him bring the rest to you. You've probably already had a taste of the leftovers, right?

"I dozed off for ten minutes, and Calvin and Eugene went to see you, didn't they? I mean, it makes sense. They're always busy trying to keep me entertained when I'm awake. How would they have time to think about you otherwise?"

Her eyelashes fluttered as memories of the time she'd been hospitalized for appendicitis at 16 came rushing back. Back then, Eugene and Calvin had stayed by her side without leaving for a second.

They took turns blowing on her soup to cool it down before she could drink it. Every time she went for a check-up, they were more nervous than she was, worried something might go wrong.

But everything had changed for good. She no longer needed a boyfriend or a brother like either of them.

On the day she was discharged, Scarlett took care of the paperwork on her own. She saw Calvin, Eugene, and Sharon when she reached the entrance.

Sharon took her hand and offered her a warm smile. "Calvin and Eugene have been so busy trying to find time for me that they've fallen behind on work, Scarlett. How about we all head back together?"

A chill ran through Scarlett at the look on Sharon's face, and she turned her down without hesitation. "I'll take a cab."

Calvin's and Eugene's expressions darkened. "You're not fully recovered yet. Why take a cab? I'll have the driver take you both home."

With that, they shoved Scarlett into the passenger seat and closed the door. After Sharon slipped gracefully into the back, the car pulled away.

The persistent feeling that something bad was about to happen kept gnawing at Scarlett.

When they reached the outskirts of the city, Sharon, who hadn't said a word the entire ride, suddenly ordered the driver to pull over. She sent the driver on his way, slid behind the wheel, and turned to face Scarlett.

"Relax, it's been five years. I've gotten a lot better. I'm not going to get us killed this time," she said.

Cold sweat prickled Scarlett's skin, her hand reaching instinctively for the door handle. But Sharon snapped the locks shut, slammed her foot on the gas, and shot the car forward at full speed.

Scarlett's heart pounded as she clung to the seat, holding on with all her might.

Noticing the fear in her eyes, Sharon chuckled, her voice calm and measured. "You weren't the one who bolted after the crash. What's got you so rattled? Are bad memories coming back? I can see why. Those years behind bars really left their mark on you, didn't they?"

She turned on the car's screen, and a surveillance video appeared on the screen.

When Scarlett saw herself cornered and assaulted in a restroom by a group of people, her eyes went wide with shock. Her own screams—sharp and agonizing—echoed in the car.

It was as if unseen hands had grabbed her, yanking her back to the dark days she'd endured in prison. Against her will, her mind replayed the relentless assault of hard fists and wooden clubs that had battered her without mercy.

The cold wind outside the window brushed against her, and more than once, she had the feeling of being trapped in that walk-in freezer once again.

Scarlett watched the footage on the screen and felt the scars she thought had healed begin to throb faintly. Overcome by a raw, visceral reaction, she started pounding on the car door like someone possessed, desperate to break free.

Sharon seized the chance to turn off the video, unbuckled her seatbelt, and switched on the car's dash cam. The camera immediately captured Scarlett's frantic screams as she begged to be let out.

She gripped Sharon's hand, her nails pressing in hard enough to leave marks. Sharon pretended to be in pain, striking the steering wheel several times.

With a deafening crash, the car slammed into the guardrail on the right side.

Scarlett was thrown violently against the window. A streak of crimson blood trickled down the shattered glass, and her vision blurred as she began to fade in and out of consciousness.

After the blare of sirens, Scarlett barely caught a surge of loud voices. With all the strength she had, she forced her eyelids open and saw Calvin and Eugene.

The two men stood by Sharon's hospital bed, their voices shaking with desperation as they demanded answers from the doctor. "Why hasn't the surgery begun? What if something happens to Sharon?"

"Mr. Letcher, Mr. Eugene, please try to stay calm. The hospital's blood bank is running low, and we only could handle one surgery at the moment. Ms. Sharon's injuries aren't as severe. I strongly recommend we prioritize Ms. Scarlett's surgery. If we don't, her life could be at risk."

Eugene and Calvin exchanged a look, uncertainty flashing in both their eyes.

In the tense silence that followed, a nurse hurried in and announced that the operating room was ready, asking which patient should be taken in first.

Without hesitation, Calvin and Eugene shouted the same name in unison, "Sharon!"

At that moment, Scarlett felt the last of her strength fade away. Her eyelids grew too heavy to keep open, and she allowed herself to sink into the darkness.

As the anesthesia wore off, Scarlett slowly began to regain consciousness. The moment her eyes fluttered open, she saw Calvin and Eugene exhale in relief.

"Scarlett, we had blood banks brought in from across the city for your surgery. Thank goodness you're alright."

"Are you in pain? We'll get the doctors in here right away to check on you."

Their faces were etched with unmistakable concern and care, but all Scarlett could feel was exhaustion. Her thoughts slipped back to the scene she'd seen before losing consciousness. It sent a chill through her.

She remained silent, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Her quietness only deepened Calvin and Eugene's concern, prompting them to summon a team of doctors to check on her.

Still, Scarlett said nothing.

In the end, the psychiatrist concluded that she was probably suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder and developed a comprehensive treatment plan.

After reviewing the plan, Calvin and Eugene both wore deep frowns. "How could a car accident cause something this severe?"

The doctor weighed his words before answering, "It might not just be the car accident. There's a possibility that a series of events leading up to this have had a lasting impact.

"I suggest you both take some time to reflect on what she's been through in the past few years. That way, we can get to the root of what's affecting her."

But hadn't Scarlett been in prison all that time? What could have happened to her there?

Lost in thought, Eugene and Calvin remembered the scars they'd seen on her body before the concert.

While they didn't suspect Sharon, they were certain Scarlett must have endured something difficult during her time in prison.

They immediately called for Olivia. "Head to the prison and retrieve the surveillance footage from the past few years."

A flicker of emotion finally crossed Scarlett's face as she lay in the hospital bed. Just as she lifted her gaze, she spotted Sharon, who had stopped Olivia and was now wheeling herself into the room.

Her eyes locked onto Scarlett, her voice filled with pity. "Scarlett, why did you suddenly hit me in the car? Did I do something to upset you?"

The moment the words left her lips, the room seemed to freeze.

Eugene and Calvin turned to Scarlett in disbelief. Their voices grew harsh as they demanded answers.

"Sharon went home with you out of kindness, and yet you hurt her behind our backs again?"

"I thought the car accident was just bad luck, but now it's clear it was all driven by your jealousy."

Under their icy, accusatory glares, Scarlett clenched the edge of her hospital gown, struggling to keep the surge of anger within her from breaking free.

"She was the one who sent the driver away first, locked the car doors to keep me from leaving, and then played that footage of me in prison on the car's screen—"

Sharon cut her off at the perfect moment, tears streaming down her face in a heartbreaking display. "I'll admit, I've made my share of mistakes, but I've spent years trying to atone for them.

"I've been involved in so many charity projects. Eugene and Calvin can vouch for that. All I ever wanted was to confront my fears, to see if I could get back behind the wheel…"

Without missing a beat, Calvin and Eugene pulled Sharon into their arms, offering comfort as they wiped away her tears.

Scarlett's fists clenched, her patience breaking as her voice grew cold. "You're still spinning this story? You're the one who tried to kill me in the accident! It's all on the dashcam!"

Sharon's sobs grew more desperate as she turned her tear-filled eyes toward Eugene and Calvin. "I'm not lying, Eugene and Calvin. You can check the dashcam footage."

Soon enough, the dashcam video from before the accident was brought over.

Watching Scarlett lose her composure in the car on the footage, Eugene couldn't hold back anymore. His eyes turned cold as they fixed on her.

"The truth is, you set this whole thing up out of spite. You distracted Sharon while she was driving and caused the crash! What's left for you to say in your defense?"

Scarlett hadn't expected the dashcam to have only recorded the final moments.

Her thoughts were a tangled mess, but then she suddenly remembered the surveillance camera she was wearing. In a panic, she grabbed the necklace around her neck, the one hiding the pinhole camera.

"I still have proof—"

"That's enough!" Calvin cut her off, his eyes brimming with disappointment and a quiet rage. "How far are you willing to take this? Back when you hurt Sharon, I brushed it off as petty rivalry and let it go.

"But you almost got her killed yesterday. Do you really hate her that much for taking your place? Let me remind you—she's the Swain family's true daughter!"

Hearing those words from Calvin, Scarlett's face was drained of color.

She parted her lips, trying to speak, but the words caught in her throat. Finally, she lowered her gaze, the faintest spark of light in her eyes flickering out.

Just then, the psychiatrist arrived for rounds and immediately began pressing again about the psychotherapy plan.

Calvin tore the treatment plan apart, his voice icy. "No more treatment. She's eaten up by jealousy. There's no fixing that."

Without hesitation, Eugene instructed Olivia to send Scarlett to Swain Manor.

"Since you can't stand Sharon, no matter what, it's best if you stay away. From now on, you'll live at Swain Manor. You're not to go near her again."

The nurse nearby quickly stopped him. "The patient is seriously injured and needs to remain in the hospital for observation."

But Eugene and Calvin acted as though they hadn't heard a word.

They pushed Sharon's wheelchair toward the door, saying, "She doesn't need to be hospitalized. Send her off. We don't want her anywhere near us."

Scarlett's lips curved into a faint smile of relief as she heard the coldness in their voices. She was leaving, for good, and their paths would never cross again.

Once she arrived at Swain Manor, she was left alone, with only the housekeeper bringing her meals.

Still recovering from her injuries, she had to tend to her wounds and handle her daily needs on her own. Although it wasn't easy, an unexpected sense of calm settled in her heart.

In her free time, Scarlett went to pick up her immigrant visa. Afterward, she went through the belongings the housekeeper had dropped off a few days earlier.

Among the items was a jar filled with thousands of paper stars she'd folded when she was 11. It had taken her a whole month to make them, all in the hopes of helping Eugene cope with the loss of Sharon.

Each strip of paper had the words, "Eugene will find his sister one day. And I'll always be by his side."

Then there were the hundreds of photos she'd taken the summer she turned 16 when she and Calvin had traveled everywhere together. She'd kept them carefully, imagining how she'd look back on them one day when she was older.

The year they graduated, Eugene, Calvin, and Scarlett had gone to church together, searching for answers. They'd asked if Scarlett would always be by Eugene's side, and if she and Calvin would stay together forever.

Each time they opened the scripture, it offered nothing but warnings. It took dozens of attempts before they finally found a passage that felt like a blessing. Scarlett had written it down and kept it close ever since.

She threw everything tied to them into the trash. As she turned, Calvin and Eugene stood there, their gazes fixed on the discarded items.

Their hearts dropped. "Why are you getting rid of all this?"

"Why keep something that means nothing?"

Scarlett's words caused an immediate shift in Eugene and Calvin's expressions.

They'd come today hoping she'd come to her senses. If she had been willing to apologize to Sharon, they'd have bought another villa nearby and moved her there.

But now, their expressions soured at her attitude. "Don't you realize you did something wrong and should say sorry?"

Scarlett studied them for a long moment before finally shooting back with a question of her own. "Alright, then. What exactly am I supposed to apologize for?"

Eugene took a deep breath, ticking off what he considered her "sins" over the years. "You pushed Sharon down the stairs, threw her in the pool, and took her place at Berynthia University…"

Scarlett's face remained impassive as each accusation landed.

When he finished, she answered, "I'm not apologizing. The one who owes an apology isn't me."

Calvin's brow tightened at her barely hidden jab at Sharon. "If this is how you're going to behave, then the wedding's off—indefinitely—until you apologize!"

With that, Eugene and Calvin turned on their heels and walked out.

Before pulling away, they tossed a bulky package out of the car.

Scarlett moved closer and realized it was the lifelike corpse she'd ordered. She inspected it carefully, making sure the package hadn't been tampered with, then exhaled softly in relief.

By nightfall, she had finished packing up and completed three key tasks.

Scarlett first contacted the people managing the downtown billboard. She removed the necklace she had been wearing—the one concealing a pinhole camera—and sent it off to them.

She instructed them to play the footage from the camera in loops on every screen in the city for three straight days. The videos showed clear evidence of Sharon harming Scarlett, spreading falsehoods, and damaging Scarlett's reputation.

Next, she texted Calvin and Eugene. "You wanted me to apologize, didn't you? Well, I've recorded an apology video. You'll get to watch the heartfelt apology I've made for Sharon right in the heart of downtown soon."

Finally, she contacted the airline to arrange a private plane.

"Ms. Swain, which flight are you looking to book?"

Scarlett was just about to say "tomorrow" when she saw Sharon, stepping out of a car with a group of thugs. They moved stealthily, splashing gasoline all over the manor from dozens of cans.

Realizing what was coming, Scarlett immediately asked about flights leaving that night.

"There's only one flight to Ethelonia, departing at 1:00 am. Are you sure you want to book the entire plane?"

Without hesitation, Scarlett agreed and hailed a cab.

Before Sharon could act, Scarlett quickly placed the lifelike corpse on the bed. As the fire broke out, she slipped out the back door, suitcase in hand, and jumped into the waiting cab.

The driver noticed thick plumes of smoke in the rearview mirror, and his eyes widened in panic. "Is that your place going up in flames? Do you want me to call 911?"

Scarlett shook her head slightly. "No, it's not mine. Just get me to the airport, please. I've got a 1:00 am flight to catch."

The yellow cab sped off in the dim glow of the streetlights, gradually disappearing into the night.